Summary: Froggy helps out ENA find her spark after losing the motivation to work. As a good coworker, she wants to do the same thing for him
Tobi Talks: Hey guys, I know I've been dead as hell due to school and commissions, but I'm proud to announce that I'm now free. I graduate in two months, isn't that just neat?! Anyways, I've been obsessing over this game ever since it came out and it's a crime no tickle content is out there about these two goobers. Enjoy the read!
WARNING: The following contains spoilers for the beginning of Chapter 1 for Dream BBQ! Proceed with caution!
Froggy was crouching idly over the cliff face, observing the blood red seaâs inhabitants peacefully kick their legs in the crimson water. He breathed in the iron filled air, disturbances had already cleared out of his head and entered the tranquility and peace he needed so much. In spite of that, Froggy was forced to hear the bellowing cry of another complaint, it made his eyebrows furrow. Here he was thinking her fussing was all over.
âDamn job! Why canât the boss find his own way here!â ENA shouted, Meanie had her lime green megaphone over her agape maw.
She was shaking her fist in the air and yelling toward the ocean like it would answer back. His coworker never failed to confuse, why couldnât he just have one shift without her going to disturb him?
He stood up from his position and crossed his arms. âENA, just what are you doing?â His Japanese tongue exasperated his frustration at the woman.
âTrying- to get- his attention!â ENA was gasping for air on beat with her words, still jumping up and down in place like a lunatic.
âHe canât hear you from here. The island is too far!â
âLike hell he canât! Hey, asshole! Get your lazy butt over to this rock right now or Iâm gonna-â
Froggy jumped in to grab her by the shoulders, ceasing her exercise. âDonât yell those sorta things! Otherwise, you might get us fired!â He muttered to her through panic, having to keep his grasp firm so she wouldnât go jumping somewhere else.
Meanie thrashed him off with an annoyed growl. âDonât touch me! I could care less about this stupid job!â As if he didnât know that already.
âCalm down, ENA! We had a deal that you would get rid of the smoke!â He was getting really angry at this point.
The woman wiped out her megaphone from her absent neck. âIâm not doing shit!â She hissed. He was already feeling a headache come on. Froggy groaned and swiped the palm of his hands over his face, stretching it over the contours of his skull before the skin went snapping back into place.
That was it, he couldnât take it anymore.
He sighed, knowing his route of potentially pleading with her to just do her damn job wasnât going to work. He would have to appeal to her ambitious side, but what could give her the motivation?
âHmâŠI donât think I told you everything about our âwork targetâ. He hummed, crossing his arms and wearing a rare, optimistic smile.
ENA scoffed, mimicking his crossed arms. He had gotten her attention, her poor attitude always failed to show her appeal to work.
âWhat is it?â She still sounded oh so uninterested.
âEhh. Câmere. Here here. Over here.â He motioned with his large hand to step forward. She obeyed without starting a fight, closing the distance between the two as she approached. With her at his side, it would be much easier.
âLook at that island over there again.â
She turned to face the island, utterly oblivious to what was about to happen. In an instant, he was behind ENA and already slipping under her arms to her sides. She flinched at the foreign touch, just as she was going to turn and yell out at him, she had beaten herself to it. Meanieâs voice distorted itself from a rude shout to a staticy squeal of all things.
Thick, black fingers were dancing about the smooth sides to her trapezoidal prism of a torso. ENAâs voice had become an uncomprehensible jumble of words and likely, slurs as well.
âWh-wh-wh-wh-what are you- AHA- DOHOING FROGGY!?â
âFixing that attitude of yours! Besides, you were killing my moodâŠâ He attacked her near the empty space of her shoulders, guessing that they were the closest thing to âunderarmsâ that she might have had.
ENAâs arms flew up and thrashed in place, switching positions, making no effort to protect her body. Froggy found the sight amusing and a rare, determined smirk creeped onto his usually stoic face.
âGet a smile back on your face. A smile makes customers feel welcome.â He scribbled a hand over her hip and did the same to the smooth underside of her disembodied torso. Meanie began to giggle, it was gruff sounding like her voice, but oddly cute.
âStahahap ithihit!â She cried, squirming and thrashing in place.
Froggy simply pulled her back to her position in front of him, he didnât mind giving his coworker friend an attitude adjustment. âPlehehease!â He cocked an eyebrow, he never thought Meanie would ever say please, let alone beg. It was a polite enough request.
âYou were polite this time, so Iâll stop for now. Are you going to continue having a bad attitude?â He asked.
ENA was hunched over, hands on her knees, trying to catch her breath. After some moments, her gasps of air couldnât be heard anymore. Froggy watched intently as the geometric woman slowly turned her head to glare at him.
Meanie was still there and the cheeks of her cream white skin had been dusted with a gentle pink. The sight of the blush surprised him, but not so much her response to his attack.
Froggy silently stared at her for a few seconds and brought his arms out in front of him to crack his knuckles.
Her eyes went wide, âOh no.â ENA whispered.
The area was filled with her giggling and laughter once more, Froggy noted that if it ever came to this again, he wouldnât let up until she was back to normal completely.
âAhahahaa Froggy, plehehease please stohohop!â Fingers were scribbling from her âunderarmsâ to her hips all over again. Meanie reacted terribly when her ribs were targeted, he made it a mission to keep her mirthful until her happier persona came to be.
ENA cackled and cursed. The sensation of fingertips digging into the side of her floating torso made her smile wide and hysterical. A sigh escaped Froggy lips, already exhausted by the monotony of chasing ENAâs body where she danced in place.
âStohohop plehehease! Iâm gonna dihihie!â The switch from Meanie to Salesperson was apparent, the once gruff, womanly chortles transitioned to hearty, manly laughter. The sound of her manly voice made Froggy smile a bit, she was back to normal. Froggy let her go.
âO-oh geezâŠthat was- quite theâŠtreatmentâŠâ Salesperson was hunched over, gulping down generous amounts of air to refill her lungs. The japanese man gave her a supportive pat on the back, chuckling slightly.
âI had to, otherwise weâd never get anywhere.â
âAh ha!â She enthused.â Well than I have to bless you for your business~â
He was only half listening, scratching the back of his head. âDonât mention it, anyways, when are you gonna get rid of that smoke- eh, ENA?â
It was like she vanished in thin air. Just as he was going to call out her name to find her, he felt two hands gently squeeze his sides. He shrieked, jumping a foot into the air.
Froggy squirmed far away, ringing his arms tightly wrapped around his sides. His coworker was right behind him, with her head lowered, the shadow cast over her eyes made Salesperson look very mischievous.
âIt seems Iâm not the only one lacking in a lot of nerves, eh?â She teased, enjoying the sight of alarm written all over her friendâs face. He was embarrassed of being caught so off guard, along with that humiliating sound he made.
âW-what are you doing?!â He screamed at her, annoyed.
âWhy, Iâm merely gifting you my appreciation! You put me back in the mood to work and you seem to be struggling with theâŠsame problem.â Her voice dropped to a sinister octave.
His heart dropped. No way. There was no way she was going toâŠ
âWhatâs wrong, Froggy? Donât tell me youâre ti-ck-lish too~?â The wiggle of her fingers with every syllable of the dreaded word filled him with a shocking amount of nervousness.
âE-ENA! Donât try anything snea- KY!â
ENA lunged for Froggy, her showman laughter was his signal for him to duck. Luckily, his reflexes were reliable enough to spring him into action and dive out of the way. Unfortunately for him, he stumbled awkwardly over his feet and fell splat, face first. He groaned in pain, feeling his nose as he pushed his body up from the rocky ground. He felt around his nose to make sure it wasnât broken, disheveled and distracted, this was her time to strike.
He jumped and shivered when two hands once again attached themselves to his upper torso. Her white hand dug its fingers into his ribs, while her red hand squeezed up and down the length of his plush side. Froggy shouted, it didnât take long for giggles to escape from the man.
âEhehenaha! Tomeru! Hahahaha!â His laughter was breathy and full of gasps, similar to how he coughed when breathing in the smoke. She wasnât cruel enough to tickle him until he coughed. ENA merely snickered to herself, her position standing over him protected her from his swinging arms.
âWhy all the ribbiting, Froggy? Is something particularly amusing right now?â She beamed at her own pun.
âShut uhuhup!â He curled himself in the fetal position, still belting out ribbits and laughter. He clutched his stomach, but that didnât stop ENA digging under his arms and into his underarms. A long flurry of pleas and tittering escaped from her coworker. Froggy noted to himself not to ever tickle Salesperson, Meanie, or ENA in general for the matter!
âPlease! Lehehet me gohoho!â
ENA grinned, removing her hands and stepping away so he may recover. Froggy clutched his chest, barely able to keep himself up. Salesperson watched, satisfied, with her hands on her hips.
She was displaying the same amount of pride as if she had sold one of the companyâs products to someone. âHad enough yet?â She simpered.
âYes yes, thatâs it. N-no more!â Froggy cried, still gasping for air. Lesson learned, ENA was much more ruthless than she appeared.
âExcellent! Now then-â She grabbed the rim of her hat, striking a pose. âWhere can we find that boss?â
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